Fisher of Men

I am my own abusive boyfriend.
None can punish me better for sin.

Remaining single, not backing down.
Why would I; too many shits around?

I bristle thinking I’m singular.
I won’t believe no one’s similar.

I’m not special; but I may be blind.
A decade seeing none of my kind.

My first stop would be to blame myself.
But; I’m not the one who cleared this shelf.

If there were boys or toys ever there…
They are all retired; the worse for wear.

I’ll keep writing out sirens’ lyrics…
Coaxing those who get the satiric.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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